The Guardians

by Susan Foster

The following is a work of fan fiction based on the CBS television series, The Magnificent Seven. It is in no way intended to infringe on the copyrights of CBS, MGM, The Trilogy Entertainment Group, The Mirisch Corp., or anyone else who may have legal rights to the characters and settings. This story is strictly for entertainment. There have been series and films dealing with time travel such as The Time Machine (H G Wells), Time Tunnel (Irwin Allen) and Time Cops; any similarity is unintentional and not meant to infringe the copy-copyright of their writers. Sentinel copyright of Paramount and Pet Fly Productions

Ghost Riders idea created by Stan Lee.

Lyrics for Bad Moon Arising by John Fogerty, Creedence ClearWater Revival

Special thanks to Texas Aries for your great title picture and your support in writing this story. Any errors are mine.

A Magnificent Seven / Sentinel crossover

AU is open.

NOTE:This story was previously hosted at another website and was moved to blackraptor in June 2014

I see the bad moon arising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.

Jim Ellison, Sentinel Prime of the City of Cascade looked out across his territory; it was his duty to protect the city from the people that would feed on his tribe. Since the 1800's and the Age of Magic, supernatural creatures had emerged from the dark and an on going fight for survival had started.

Not all supernatural creatures were evil of soul, and battle lines had been drawn. As a Sentinel, one of a group of born humans with five enhanced sense, it was their job to protect their territories from supernatural evil.

Jim took a sip of this coffee and admired the dawn breaking as only a sentinel could, a touch to his shoulder brought him back before he got lost in the pull of his enhanced sense. The cool hand on his shoulder was matched by the arm that wrapped around his waist from behind, the pressure of the smaller body against his back and the scent of his guide. “Don't get lost there James” the voice had a seductive tone to it that made him listen to it, but at the same time a bite to it that pulled him back to the present. Only one man could bring him back from the dead zone all sentinels feared, a zone that would lead to coma and death. That man was his guide, Blair Sandburg, who with voice and touch could call him back to the present and help him control his enhanced senses. The very tactile relationship between Sentinel and Guide was misunderstood by many, but it was the cornerstone of how Sentinels and Guide interacted.

The sentinel shook his head clearing his thoughts, the normally Jim 'touch me and you're dead' Ellison gave a soft sigh and allowed himself to relax into the physical embrace of this guide. “Just thinking Chief,” he shrugged. “I was miles away.”

“What about?”

“Life”, Jim trailed off, not able to put into words to his guide just how much his life had changed over the last few months. During that time he had gained the most precious addition to this life of his, a guide. But instead of a Guide from the Sentinel Academy, he had met and bonded with an injured Arch Demon that wore demonic black and was as unstable as a three-legged table. But some how it now felt so right. His boss Captain Simon Banks had pleaded with him have the bond between him and Blair severed, but Jim had known in his heart that he had found his soul mate, the one guide that was destined to walk the path of life with him.

Blair rested his head against his sentinel's broad back allowing the connection they had to flow through them, binding them close.

Suddenly Blair's head snapped up and he pulled back, moving around his suddenly concerned Sentinel, brushing away almost absent- mindedly Jim's hands to stand in front of him. Blair's whole attention was focused on the mountains of Cascade and the boiling dark storm clouds that were sweeping down towards the City.

“It can't be...” Blair breathed the words, then his body was thrown backwards against his sentinel, it felt as if he was being torn apart. Jim lowered him to the ground, pulling him close, his hands running over the writhing body, muttering words of comfort. Blair raised a shaking hand and pointed towards the sky.

Jim looked up and swore, the clouds had formed into horses and riders, their clothes looked like they had come from the Wild West, as they rode across the sky flames engulfed them.

Then the riders were coming down, as they touched the road, the tar bubbled and burst into flames, the windows from the shops exploded inward, as the riders swept down the street. Leaving in their wake screeching car alarms and wreaked cars.

“Blair!”

Finally the frantic voice
of his sentinel seemed to penetrate the demon's mind.

“I'm alright”, Blair said softly as he painfully tried to pull himself upright, needing his sentinel's strength to get him sitting up.

“Do you know what that was”? Jim asked seeing the look of total horror on his guide's face, anything that could scare an Arch Demon has to be bad.

When Blair didn't answer him, he shook him gently, “Blair tell me what's wrong.”

“Ghost Riders, they're demonic Bounty Hunters.”

”What the...” Jim said. But Blair silenced him as he continued. “May all that you hold dear protect us from their wrath.” It was the nearest thing to a prayer that the sentinel would ever hear from his Arch Demon guide

Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise.

The End
Continues in Regulators: The Beginning